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Maha Zimmo

Maha Zimmo is a proud Canadian Muslim feminist born in Libya, and of Palestinian roots. She holds a Master of Arts in International Legal Theory & Mass Communication; has been writing at onefemalecanuck.com for 12 years, and is the Maha Monday advice columnist at Chai Latte Diaries. Website: http://onefemalecanuck.com
Experiences

Let them eat cake

He and I met for coffee at my (then) favourite coffee shop. It was a lovely, still warm autumn afternoon of caffeine and conversation. I had been over the moon to see him. Over coffee, he said ‘I have a…

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Opinions

Don’t be an asshole this Christmas

‘Verily, the most honored of you in the sight of God is the one who is most righteous.’ (Quran 49:13) Each one of us defines ‘righteous’ in a variety of ways, right down to the simplest things, like helping someone…

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Experiences

Because Allah knows best

This morning, I woke up an underachiever. Who still has not accomplished much of anything worth discussing or which might give me a sense of completeness. This morning, I woke up worthless. I am a useless bit of space not…

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Opinions

On the pornification of the female

Young women sexing the camera, or sexing one another. Mouths are open and inviting, tongues are licking, eyes are bed-roomed, breasts and asses are popping up at interesting (and I can’t imagine comfortable) angles. Any way you slice it, each…

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Experiences

Outstanding balance owed

Baba (my father) and I had an extremely volatile relationship during my adolescence. When he and momma divorced, I was young enough to understand the surface why, but not psychologically mature enough to disassociate myself from the divorce itself. At…

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Experiences

A lot to talk about

Once upon a time, a Muslim family was scared I was going to use my feminine wiles to steal their son right from underneath their noses. Scared, because I was the daughter of divorce, and well…

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